My clique is in it 'til it's over, never sober

Bustin' over, lay in the lane with the 'caine in the Rover

Pray to Jehovah, for the n**a with the Ruger

The young Don, the Heron mover

You know my hustle, I bring the fo' pound to the tussle

M**k your pit with no muzzle

So chill, cuzzo, let me blow for my niggas

Runnin' 'round, get down like motherfuckin' gorillas

Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop

Pot full of acid, I got the game mastered

Move dimes, hit twenties addicted to gettin' money

It could be a hundred degrees and never look sunny

Black, I'm tryna live, somethin' got to give

But everyday's the same old, runnin' from po-po

Mom think I'm loco, cause I sell crack and puff cocoa

Yo, it's the style, see, it's still the same

And when worse comes to worse, I steal the 'caine

Papi know my face, so he don't expect it

Runnin' from the gutter so he gots to accept it

Stripped his ass naked, then I put a slug in him

He just another m**r, ain't no love in him

I put a bug in him, never sleep on one who never slept

I take my last breath every time I hit the m**h

It's the D to the E, M to the O-N

Blowin', steady playin' shotgun, throwin'

Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap

Don't make me flip m**r with this baseball bat

Best to brace yo' gat, 'fore I brace mine, 'cause I lace nine

From yo' dome to yo' motherfuckin' spine

I be, that n**a that yo' niggas can't f**k wit' (Yeah)